Okay. I’m doing it. I’m applying to MFA programs. I’m not 100% sure that this is the best thing for me, but the percentage is pretty high up there. I have been so unwilling to commit to anything, because I want it to be a sure thing. But nothing ever really can be. The truth is once I graduated from college, I took a year off to live life outside of school since that had been my whole life. I ended up broke, exhausted, and moving back to Nevada to live with my parents.
My plan was always to go back to school, most likely for an MFA, but I got so sidetracked, so swept up in worry and logic. So I put it off, ignored it, looked into teaching programs, studied for the LSAT, tried to get into publishing, office management, and it never made me happy.
The last couple of months it still haunted me, maybe it is the best thing for me. Finally, about a week ago, I put my resolve to the test and decided that I just have to do it. Now I have two months. Two months to take the GRE. Two months to write personal statements, letters of intent, fiction writing samples. Honestly, I don’t know how it is all going to get done.
What I do know is that on Tuesday, I left work early, I cancelled my plans to go out, I took out my contacts, curled up with my laptop and set to work. It felt amazing. I felt energized, excited, ready. Worst case scenario. I don’t get in anywhere, and I go from there. Best case scenario. I get into a great school that pays me to write and explore a literary life for a couple of years in a new place.
What am I even doing writing on here right now? I have so much to do!!
P.S. Anyone that wants to read drafts of my writing samples and be a harsh critic, feel free to let me know! I’d looove the feedback.
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